After leaving Nadia behind at the pool, Zero returned to the place where he had spent his time training. As much as he didn't like to ditch her without a reasonable excuse, he thought, at least at the time, that it was the smart idea. He took a moment to make sure absolutely nobody was nearby or potentially watching him before he took a deep breath and extended his left arm. Dark power flowed out of his body like cracks in a dam and shortly afterwards, a sword appeared in his hand. Unlike the silver blade he had before, this one had a dark purple blade and a jet black hilt. Dark power covered the sword like a thick flame, strong enough so that even someone unaware of magic would be able to see it if they were close enough. After he brought out the weapon, however, Zero bit his lip, trying to contain the overwhelming power. It took him more effort to swing the blade, but when he did, a strong blast of wind kicked up the sand in front of him. Only a few swings was all it took for Zero to fall to one knee, panting. He stabbed the sword into the sand and moved a hand towards his chest. 'I was right. It's getting worse. Moments of calm are nice and all, but as long as I have this power, I can't have that. It's all that scientist's fault for everything,' Zero thought. When he thought of the person who pretty much ruined his life, the dark power coming from him only got worse, which was affecting his body even more.